Vessels of Shadow
Dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
Our home is the grave
As we pave the way to our destination
All time leads us six feet deep
What is the point of life?
When we are fodder for the worms
A breath here, a silence there
How should we live?
Is it all meaningless?
All our wandering, where does it lead?
Squandering the most precious parts of life
We forget: vessels of shadow
Our casket rode a blood-soaked dirge
Children laugh, children play, but one day we will hear them no more.
My vision blurred; my ears unheard
The gavel will strike, and the judgment will come
Depart from me or well done?
I wait for an answer